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  I’d never been so scared in my life than I had been that day but I’ll never forget looking out the window and seeing Coen standing there. His arms open for me.

  It was the first time I’d ever felt like someone was really there for me. I’d had no doubt he’d catch me when I’d flung myself into his arms and wrapped around him. Never wanting to let go of the security I felt beginning there.

  It was a feeling I wanted back. I’d been missing it all those years, never having found that security again.

  Chapter Four

  Coen

  I hold the small pink box in my hand and feel silly. It’s tied with a sparkly pink ribbon and looks more like a present for a little girl than someone graduating high school. She doesn’t look like a little girl anymore. My heart thumps as I walk toward the front door.

  Pushing the thought aside, I knock on the door and try not to fidget while I wait. After half a second it flies open, revealing a short older woman. She’s much too old to be Eden’s mother, and I think for a moment that I might have the wrong house.

  “Welcome, Mr. Black. The Boltons are expecting you. Everyone is out by the pool.”

  She steps out of the way and points me towards the back of the house. When I step on the back deck, I’m greeted by Eden’s stepfather, John. We shake hands, and then his wife, Melanie, walks over to greet me as well.

  “We are so glad you were able to make it today. Eden didn’t tell us until last night that you might be coming. So good of you to come by and say hello,” Melanie says, looking around the pool. “She’s around here somewhere.”

  I see a lot of young kids in the pool playing what looks like volleyball over a net, and a large group off to the side, around the catered tables and wait staff. At the other end of the pool is a group of adults, everyone in swimwear. I’m fully clothed in the ridiculous June heat, and I almost feel awkward about it. I can already feel drops of sweat falling down my back, and the pool looks heavenly.

  “Please, make yourself at home. We’ve got new swimsuits for everyone in the pool house, and you’ll find towels and sunscreen there, too.”

  “I really can’t stay. I just wanted to say hello and drop off Eden’s present.”

  “We insist,” John says. “I’m sure you’d like to stay for cake and give her the gift personally. After all, you’ve meant so much to her.” He looks at Melanie, and for a brief second something passes between them. It’s gone before I can process it, and they turn away from me and walk over to another couple, acting as if our conversation is over.

  I guess to them it is. They were always a cold and distant couple, so I’m sure someone telling them no is unusual and uncomfortable for them. But I can’t help but think what that look meant.

  As the sun blazes down on the backyard, I wonder how there isn’t a single inch of shade. My dress shirt and tie were appropriate for the graduation, but now are completely ridiculous around all the people enjoying a backyard barbecue. I look around for another ten minutes. Unable to find Eden, I finally give in. Changing into swim trunks sounds wonderful right now, and I’m desperate to get some sort of relief.

  Making my way to the pool house, I look for Eden as I pass through the crowd, but still nothing. By the time I make it over to the entrance, my shirt is soaked from the heat, and I open the door praying it’s cooler inside. It’s only a little less hot inside, the shade being the only difference. It doesn’t seem like there’s an air conditioner in the small pool house, and if there is, it’s shut off. I pull at my tie, walking around to see if there are any of the swim trunks Melanie was talking about. There’s not much to the pool house, only a small couch in the room and two doors off of it. The first door is a closet filled with pool floats and chemicals, so I check the other door. Inside there’s a bathroom with a shower, and a table inside that has a couple of bathing suits piled on it. They all still have their tags, so I look through and pick one with the size I think will fit. They even have a basket of flip-flops to choose from and clean towels stacked beside it.

  Setting Eden’s present down on the table, I take off my soaked dress shirt and tie. I slip off my shoes and socks, then undo my belt buckle, pulling it free. Pushing down my slacks and boxer shorts, I feel some blessed relief from the heat, even though the pool house is anything but cool.

  I stand there naked and close my eyes, just enjoying the feel of not having anything clinging to me for a second. I run my hands down my chest and to my cock, thinking about seeing Eden today. God, I shouldn’t have these thoughts about her. I’m going to hell. The devil himself will cut off my cock for the thoughts I’ve been having since I saw her today. One smooth rub on my cock and I’m thickening. I need to put to rest the dirty images that are creeping into my head and forget them. Or maybe save them until I’m alone and in the dark, where no one can judge what I want to do to that little girl. My little bit. But she isn’t so little anymore.

  “Is that for me?”

  My eyes snap open at the soft voice, one I won’t ever forget.

  Eden is standing before me in a tiny, see-through, white bikini that’s barely held together by what looks like dental floss.

  When her big hooded blue eyes, surrounded by a forest of lashes, lock with mine, she licks her lips. I can’t help but think she isn’t asking about the present I left sitting on the table.

  Chapter Five

  Coen

  “Eden.” I reach out, grabbing a towel and covering myself. Fuck. I can’t believe I was in here stroking my cock to the thought of her and she appeared.

  She steps into the bathroom quickly and shuts and locks the door behind her. God, how did I forget to flip the lock?

  “It’s okay, Coen. It’s just me.” She looks up at me through her lashes and bites her full bottom lip.

  Jesus, if this isn’t some porn fantasy come to life, I don’t know what the fuck is. Her body is scattered with little droplets from the pool. Her white bikini is soaked, and my eyes follow a drop of water as it travels down between her full, perky breasts. Her pink nipples harden visibly under the thin material. As my gaze moves lower, I see the small scrap covering her young pussy. She must be clean-shaven, because I can make out the lines of her little cunt through the wet fabric.

  My cock throbs behind the towel, and neither of us says a word for a moment as our eyes eat each other up. There’s something raw and hot that passes between us, and the already hot room charges with heat.

  “Eden, you shouldn’t be in here.” My voice is lower than I expected, and even I can hear the thick need in it. Fuck, she’s barely legal. I shouldn’t be looking at her like this. She too young for what I want to do to her. Too innocent.

  “I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” she whispers as she takes a step towards me.

  I stand stock still, not knowing what to do. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought about her, wanted to protect her, but this is different. This is so much more than I had anticipated, but somehow it feels like it’s been a long time coming.

  “I’ve thought about you every single day. I turned eighteen last week, and I knew this was a way to get you to see me.” She takes another step and reaches one hand up, placing it on my chest.

  The electric sizzle that charges between us nearly burns me. Something about her touch both calms and excites me. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, and as her hand moves slowly down my chest, I feel the drag of pleasure across my skin.

  “I’ve thought about you, too, Eden. Every day.” It’s a secret confession that I’ve never said aloud, and I can’t keep it in any longer. With her, there was always something there, and now it’s gone from me wanting to protect her to wanting to own her.

  “Did you think of the things you wanted to do to me? Because I did. I touched myself thinking of you. I saved my virginity so you could have it.”

  “Fuck.” Hearing her say she’s a virgin and that she saved her pussy for me has cum leaking out of my cock and smearing on the towel I’m holding in front of me. The need I’ve hidden for years starts bearing down on me, trying to rip free. “You can’t say that, Eden. God, we shouldn’t be in here. It’s not right.”

  I try to take a step back, but I physically can’t. I don’t want to leave her touch. This is completely insane, and everything in my head is screaming for me to leave the room. But my heart is louder, and I stay rooted to the spot, unable to pull away from her.

  “I think we both know something special happened the day you saved me, Coen. That day I became yours, and I’ve belonged to you ever since. Now that I’m old enough, you can finally have me. Take me from here.”

  Her hand moves a little lower, and I think about doing exactly what she says—scooping her up in my arms and taking her from this place, from a home that never cared for her the way she needed, to a place that’s safe. A place where I’ll have my eyes on her at all times. No one would be able to take her from me. She’d be mine forever. I could give her everything she would ever need or want. I’d go to bed every night with her, my cock deep inside her young pussy, waking up the same way. Then maybe I wouldn’t have those dreams of her anymore. I’d finally get to do all the things I wanted.

  I shake my head at the last thought. What’s wrong with me? I’m losing control.

  “Eden, since that day you’ve always meant something to me. But we can’t do anything. You know that, right?” I take a deep breath, willing myself to be strong. “You’re so beautiful, sweet girl, and I’d be lucky to have even a taste of you. But we can’t do this.”

  She licks her full lips, and I want to groan at seeing her soft, pink tongue.

  “If you won’t take me and keep me, then I guess this is all I can have.” She pouts her bottom lip and runs her hand down my stomach an
d to my waist.

  My cock is so hard that the tip is almost touching my belly button. And as her little fingers move down, I feel one of them brush the tip behind the towel. I should stop her, but I’m a selfish bastard, and I let her keep going. Back and forth, she rubs the tip, feeling beads of cum coat her finger. The sticky cum smears all over her, and just when I’m about to release a load, she takes her finger away and brings it to her mouth. She sucks on it like she would a cock, hollowing out her cheeks and letting her big lips pucker around it. She closes her eyes, making a sound of appreciation, and I almost collapse to the floor at the sight.

  I lean forward, wanting to kiss her, but suddenly she pops the finger out of her mouth and takes a step back, looking at me with big bright eyes and a smile that tells me she’s up to no good.

  “Guess if you don’t want me we should get back to the party. I’ve got a V-card to get rid of.” She whips around so fast I don’t have time to react as she flings the door of the bathroom open and takes a step out. Just before she leaves the pool house, she turns and winks at me. “Maybe you can stay for cake, and then I can see the present you brought me.”

  She walks out, leaving me in a state of blue balls like I’ve never had before. I grit my teeth and slam the bathroom door, both hating what she’s just done and dying because I wanted more. I think about what she said and how she’s just baiting me into doing what she wants.

  But as I grab the swim trunks and stuff my rock-hard cock in them, I think about her letting someone else have her. She’s a tease and she’s up to no good, but I won’t let her do something reckless. I’ve cared for her for far too long to let her fall into danger now. Even if the danger is me.

  Chapter Six

  Eden

  I let out a deep breath as I exit the pool house. I can’t believe I just did that. My whole body is buzzing with excitement. My plan has to work. I put a smile on my face, even though a little part of me wants to run and hide. I don’t know how I kept myself in check. Part of me wanted to run in embarrassment, and the other part wanted to climb him like a tree and do all the things I’d dreamed about doing over the years. It took everything in me to do that. I can’t believe how bold I was, but it’s something I’ve wanted for so long. Just to touch him again. To even just be near him made me feel like I was where I was supposed to be.

  I almost died when I saw he came to the graduation. My heart had been racing since he’d left the ceremony. I was fearful that he might not show up to the after party. I was almost in a panic. I don’t know why I doubted it. I should have known he’d come. He will always save me. I know that with every part of me. From the moment I’d jumped from that window, I’ve known he’ll always be there for me when I need him. And I need him now.

  I don’t care that he was pushing me away in the bathroom. At least his words were. That gave me a spark of hope. He might have been able to say those things, but he didn’t pull away from me. I even felt him lean into my touch when I placed my hands on his bare chest. I’m simply going to have to push back. Or push him to act. I saw how his face turned to stone when mentioned being with someone else. I’d never actually do that because I belong to him. But I could use his jealousy to make him see reason.

  Making my way around to the other side of the pool, I glance over my shoulder to see Coen exiting the pool house, his eyes trained on me. I try to put a little more wiggle into my step, hoping I don’t trip over my own feet. I’m not a temptress. Or at least I’ve never tried to be one before today, but I’m going to give it everything I have, because one way or another, I’m leaving with Coen today.

  “Eden.” I look over at Taylor waving me over to one of the food tables. I’m surprised to even see him here, but I’m guessing his parents made him come. People will do anything to get an invite to be around my stepfather. To rub shoulders with a senator.

  His eyes run over me, making me feel naked. It feels nothing like when Coen did it in the pool house. It takes everything in me not to cringe, but I have to do this. I know it’s the only way. I have to push if I want Coen to act. To take me like I’ve always dreamed he would.

  Away from this place. Away from my stepfather, who makes me more than cringe and whose touches have begun to linger a little too long lately. My mother doesn’t appear to notice. She’s never around, and when she is, she just doesn’t care.

  “Hey, I didn’t know you’d be here today.”

  Taylor puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him like we’ve been lifelong friends. We’ve lived down the road from each other for years and he’s barely said two words to me in that time. We didn’t go to the same private school but we were both in the same grade. He’d graduated last week. He went to the co-ed private school, and I was put into an all-girls academy.

  I could barely breathe without someone watching me. The only time I could be alone was at home, but then my stepfather would just show up. I felt like it was his life goal to make me feel uncomfortable. If it is, he’s winning.

  I glance over at Coen and see his eyes are still on me. He looks pissed, but now my stepfather is talking to him. Coen doesn’t stop staring at me while he carries on the conversation. I can see from here he’s breathing heavy. John follows his line of sight, and I look away.

  “Couldn’t miss little Eden on her big day. Not only was it just your birthday, but a graduation, too.” His eyes drop to my breasts. “Guess you’re all grown up now. Maybe your daddy won't keep you so locked away now and you can come out and play.”

  I look up at him and smile. I’m not sure what else to say. I don’t want to lead him on; I’m only using him to make Coen break.

  All the girls at school talk about Taylor. He’s well known around here. He plays some silly sport with a ball that all the girls at school went all goofy-eyed about. But I’d probably do the same if it was something Coen did.

  I don’t really get the appeal. He’s a little on the tall side for the boys around here, but anything is tall compared to me. He’s got nothing on my Coen, though, who’d tower over him. Taylor has that clean-cut Abercrombie look with wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and that whole super fit thing going on. What do they call them? Washboard abs? Not a trace of body hair on him anywhere.

  But he looks like a boy. Not like my Coen. He felt like a man under my touch. Coen’s built like a truck, and nothing about his face is nice. He’s hard all over, and I’m sure he doesn’t even have to try to look like that. He made me feel small next to him, and I can’t help but think if his big hands grabbed me, he’d take me in a firm hold. Not an arm thrown over my shoulder and a teasing smile.

  “I’m out right now.” I smile at Taylor, who raises his eyebrows. “We can play all you like.” I pull away from him, taking a step back towards the pool. “Catch me if you can,” I tease, before I turn to jump in the water. Taylor is hot on my heels and jumps in behind me.

  I hit the water with a splash, and Taylor is on me, pulling me to him as soon as I surface. I slip away, and he chases me across the pool until I’m standing in the shallow end at the other side. He comes up behind me, grabbing me by my hips, and I look up to see Coen’s eyes. He’s staring right at me, and he looks like he’s about to explode. I wink at him and smile.

  Chapter Seven

  Coen

  I look over and see the expression on John’s face as he watches his daughter. It’s then I remind myself that this is his stepdaughter and the look he’s giving her is less than fatherly. He reaches down and I can see that he’s trying to hide how he’s adjusting himself. He’s getting hard watching her, and it causes anger to flare inside me. He’s supposed to be caring for her, not sneaking looks and getting hard at the sight of her. I can only wonder how long he’s had these thoughts about her, and I guarantee it didn’t start the day of her birthday.

  I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not a father figure to her. My cock throbs and aches for her touch, but I’m the one who can have her. The only fucking one. Looking back over at her in the pool with the boy, I see she’s making a show of rubbing herself against him. His trunks are wet, and he’s furtively keeping his lower half below the water line, no doubt to hide his own excitement for her. She looks like a cross between a Hustler spread and a pin-up girl with her curves and obscene bathing suit. I could look around the pool and see all the dads and young men leering at her, but it would only make me angrier. I’ve got the ability to stop this, and I’m going to. I’m tired of everyone seeing what should be protected and covered. And if I’m being honest with myself, I’m tired of people looking at what’s mine.